Someday

Dead
Someday we will all be dead
Rotting in our graves
Blowing on the wind of the past
Parchment fades & cracks
Turns to dust
The last memory of ur existence is gone
Like wisps of smoke in the dark night of our lives
Fleeting pitiful excuse for a life lived
Nonsensical shreds of flesh & blood & bone
Ghosts of ourselves have no reflection on the mirrors of the living.

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